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Adult ++
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12
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Tree of the dead
Right after chapter nine, so long as you read that, this one should be easy to follow. Enjoy!
Chapter 10: Tree of the dead
Michael rode the horse as fast as he could, barley keeping up with the creature that had come and seized Katrina. No doubt the woman in the cloak from earlier had something to do with it and Michael was almost certain the horseman would be taking Katrina to her.
Katrina was nearly in a state of shock as the horseman rode further and further into the woods, lying against his lap. She couldn’t feel anything from the waist down and all she could do was lay there, hoping and praying Michael would save her.
Michael’s body ached from being tossed around, but he held firm and rode hard and fast. The horseman finally stopped-in front of the scariest looking tree he’d ever seen. Standing in front of it was the woman that Michael had confronted earlier. She stood tall and proud, like a mighty general on a battlefield. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, her dress hung tightly and the corset even tighter. The dress was black-Michael thought it suited her perfectly since she had a soul that color.
The horseman got off and pulled Katrina, tossing her at her stepmother’s feet. “So, did you think you could escape me?” She looked down at Katrina with pure hatred, her eyes never blinking.
“What do you want?! How are you even here?!” Mary laughed and shook her head.
“Silly girl, did you think I was going to be alone in my plan? No. Someone else knew and when it was time for the horseman to take me, he came and resurrected me.”
Katrina just stared. “But how?”
“Magic, of course.”
“Magic? Black magic.” She tried to back away but felt the horseman’s boots behind her. She swallowed and turned to her stepmother. “Why don’t you just kill me?”
She looked at her, a bemused smile on her face. “Too easy. Far too easy. See, I want you to know pain and suffering the way I did. I want you to know what it’s like to be feared, loathed, and hated!” She glared daggers at the young woman and took a step back. “Ah, and now your brave knights have decided to come and save the day. What a surprise.”
Katrina turned and saw Michael, Ichabod, and Masbath. She wasn’t sure how Ichabod and Masbath had found her, though she wasn’t about to question it either. “Let her go, you ancient horrid wench!”
Mary turned to Michael and smiled. “Now why would I do that?” She stepped closer to him, staring him straight in the eyes. “Why indeed?” She smirked at him and ran a finger down his chest. “You and I are not as different as you think.”
Michael pulled away. “I’m nothing like you.”
“Sure, Mr. Guiry. Sure.”
She smirked once more and walked back to Katrina. Ichabod stepped closer, not sure what was going on. “And you, Mr. Crane. I’m surprise you haven’t fainted. You always appealed to me as the weak-willed, the ones that would never get what they wanted. Basically, the loser.” She laughed and walked to the tree. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to show Katrina just how hard life can be. Are you ready darling?”
A lone figure stepped from the shadows. “I am.”
Katrina gasped.
Masbath could only stare in shock.
The tree suddenly ripped open at the base and the horseman grabbed Katrina, again tossing her over her shoulder.
“No!”
Mary laughed and laughed. “Oh yes. Get ready dear. Hell awaits you.” She nodded and stepped inside, the man from the shadows followed, and the horseman went last. Just before the tree snapped shut, Michael rushed forward and fell headfirst, falling and falling.
Chapter 10: Tree of the dead
Michael rode the horse as fast as he could, barley keeping up with the creature that had come and seized Katrina. No doubt the woman in the cloak from earlier had something to do with it and Michael was almost certain the horseman would be taking Katrina to her.
Katrina was nearly in a state of shock as the horseman rode further and further into the woods, lying against his lap. She couldn’t feel anything from the waist down and all she could do was lay there, hoping and praying Michael would save her.
Michael’s body ached from being tossed around, but he held firm and rode hard and fast. The horseman finally stopped-in front of the scariest looking tree he’d ever seen. Standing in front of it was the woman that Michael had confronted earlier. She stood tall and proud, like a mighty general on a battlefield. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, her dress hung tightly and the corset even tighter. The dress was black-Michael thought it suited her perfectly since she had a soul that color.
The horseman got off and pulled Katrina, tossing her at her stepmother’s feet. “So, did you think you could escape me?” She looked down at Katrina with pure hatred, her eyes never blinking.
“What do you want?! How are you even here?!” Mary laughed and shook her head.
“Silly girl, did you think I was going to be alone in my plan? No. Someone else knew and when it was time for the horseman to take me, he came and resurrected me.”
Katrina just stared. “But how?”
“Magic, of course.”
“Magic? Black magic.” She tried to back away but felt the horseman’s boots behind her. She swallowed and turned to her stepmother. “Why don’t you just kill me?”
She looked at her, a bemused smile on her face. “Too easy. Far too easy. See, I want you to know pain and suffering the way I did. I want you to know what it’s like to be feared, loathed, and hated!” She glared daggers at the young woman and took a step back. “Ah, and now your brave knights have decided to come and save the day. What a surprise.”
Katrina turned and saw Michael, Ichabod, and Masbath. She wasn’t sure how Ichabod and Masbath had found her, though she wasn’t about to question it either. “Let her go, you ancient horrid wench!”
Mary turned to Michael and smiled. “Now why would I do that?” She stepped closer to him, staring him straight in the eyes. “Why indeed?” She smirked at him and ran a finger down his chest. “You and I are not as different as you think.”
Michael pulled away. “I’m nothing like you.”
“Sure, Mr. Guiry. Sure.”
She smirked once more and walked back to Katrina. Ichabod stepped closer, not sure what was going on. “And you, Mr. Crane. I’m surprise you haven’t fainted. You always appealed to me as the weak-willed, the ones that would never get what they wanted. Basically, the loser.” She laughed and walked to the tree. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to show Katrina just how hard life can be. Are you ready darling?”
A lone figure stepped from the shadows. “I am.”
Katrina gasped.
Masbath could only stare in shock.
The tree suddenly ripped open at the base and the horseman grabbed Katrina, again tossing her over her shoulder.
“No!”
Mary laughed and laughed. “Oh yes. Get ready dear. Hell awaits you.” She nodded and stepped inside, the man from the shadows followed, and the horseman went last. Just before the tree snapped shut, Michael rushed forward and fell headfirst, falling and falling.